We unloaded cargo, reloaded with something else, then again we put to sea in the routine familiar to us, and as the days became weeks, my little personal experience receded.

The people here are so poor that all road signs—there are not many—are deliberately perforated, for otherwise they would soon be removed and turned into pots and pans.

Back at squadron headquarters, the six unloaded the supplies in a big industrial kitchen and set to work.

So what if there are remnants of kohl around your lids, at least most of your makeup has been removed, right?

As I watched her unload my luggage, I could see the sadness in her eyes.